However, despite the fact that the football on TV has enabled me to read a good book, I am slightly pissed off with it. Mainly because my stepdad is asleep, and has been asleep since half time of match 2, but the TV control is under his arm and I feel like he’s some sort of a dragon in a Disney film and if he wakes up because I’ve nudged him trying to get the control, then I’ll have to endure him rewinding the last 90 minutes and watch it all again.